Let’s play catch up, or “wake me up when September ends”

So I started this blog a few days after my column about losing weight ran in the Daily Journal – basically in the middle of September.

It took a while for this blog to see the light of day (be put on the Staff Blogs page, in other words), so now it’s nearly a month later.

When I wrote my column, I’d lost about 15 pounds and I knew, just knew, I would cross the 20 pound mark at any minute. I did, eventually, but it took longer than I would’ve wanted.

So, a month later, I’m at a 25 pound weight loss.

I am not happy about this.

I’ve always heard you hit a plateau at some point in the weight loss journey, and I guess I’m at mine. I seemed to hit a small one at 20 pounds, and now I’m at another, at 25. My weight just won’t budge, or at least it hasn’t in the last week. With all the running and sweating I’ve done lately, you’d think the numbers would go down. Well, not yet.

Some of this is physical: I haven’t felt that great in the last month, as I had a small cold and then my “bum” knee, as I call it, tends to give out at least once a month, and, right on schedule, it did.

But a lot of it has been mental.

September through early October was the hardest time I’ve had, professionally, ever. My arts and entertainment beat exploded. (don’t even try to tell me there’s nothing to do in Northeast Mississippi. There’s PLENTY. Trust me.) I worked long, weird hours, I got a few things wrong, I got a lot of things right, and the rollercoaster of the month just left me exhausted and questioning if I was even in the right line of work. This entire depression/identity crisis left me physically, emotionally and mentally drained. It was hard to focus on getting healthier when all I could think about was work.

October is getting better, so I’ve been able to change my work outs (bless my heart, I’m trying to run now) and get back to focusing on my health.

So, where am I now?

According to the gym’s scale (which has always weighed me a bit lower than every other scale), I’ve lost 20 pounds in two months (I’ve only had two weigh-ins there). According to the scale at my parents’ house (which has always weighted me as a little higher), I’ve lost 25 pounds.

The folks at the gym are proud of me, but I won’t lie, I’m a little disappointed. I’m ready to get out of the 20s and into the 30s. Who’s with me?